Way to a heart


Way to a heart


If I love you in the distance,

will my muse find a way to your heart?

Stealing dreams that you guard

somewhere kept in the sea of your eyes

or the curve of your lips-

Do I kiss you to gather your words

dripping slowly in my mouth?

They part flavors of longing

and passion with hints of the unknown-

Will I find you in my bed when my hands

search the shape of your waist?

Confused dreams by my wants

late at night when your image embraced-

If I love you from far,

will my muse find a way to your heart?


“What I want is for you to touch me in ways that hands and teeth and skin cannot.”

― J. Andrew Schrecker






There is a spell I cannot break

or want to-

Unraveling thoughts weaved

in the fabric of who I am,

an idea transformed into an image

of who you are outside

while I hold my own

of how I see you inside.

There are no answers known

to explain this magical link

of longing across your ‘verse,

this aching feeling so closely tied

to the words and the ink

of your inspiration-

And how it will break

this passing yearn to be deified

by your mind and heart?

You are but a ship sailing away

while I’ll remain stuck

by the waves on this shore,

alone to dream and quietly adore

every moment and gesture,

every word that permeates

all my longing

with a spell I won’t break-


“I will show you a love potion without drug or herb, or any witch’s spell; if you wish to be loved, love.”

― Charles Lindberg





Your magnetic field encompass me whole

my wandering planets orbiting your sun

all across our distance when you are to call

I’ll answer “of course” lost in the trivialities

of an everyday meager conversations.

And if you must know underneath my tongue

hide the other words I would love to say

when your look entices fantasies to play

captured by the gravity of your constellations

I would love to speak of what hides inside

all the dreams I harvest but I would denied

if you ask again I’ll answer “whatever”

while dying inside to tell you “forever”


“One rarely falls in love without being as much attracted to what is interestingly wrong with someone as what is objectively healthy.”

― Alain de Botton

Exhaling Dreams



Exhaling Dreams


I long for what you hold,

blossoming beauty tenderly displayed

in the garden you nurture so well

for tire eyes to rest upon a journey

to places they cannot tell

or understand-

And you offer warmth when it’s cold

and company to lonely hearts

and weary minds.

And if I was to kiss your soul

and find the intricacies within

or if I was to have all the parts

that makes you whole,

would I abruptly discolor your dreams

and make you trivial?

Thus I must watch from afar

and not blink

when I  fear I am losing myself

in the dreams you exhale

with your ink-


“He stepped down, avoiding any long look at her as one avoids long looks at the sun, but seeing her as one sees the sun, without looking.” 
― Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina






I felt mundane my hands lacking the silkiness

of clouds deserved by your body,

earth crusted nails selfishly adorning the stroke

of fingers across your chest, it was a sin

to engulf your flesh so pure and soft

with time rugged lips that spoke

of love, like language was a way

to capture your lust forever mine,

to make those nerves along your spine

with inebriated spasms to remember

how once my hands and lips

engraved a moment on your skin-


“I hunger for your sleek laugh and your hands the color of a furious harvest. I want to eat the sunbeams flaring in your beauty.”

― Pablo Neruda

Cásate Conmigo



Cásate Conmigo


“Cásate conmigo” I whispered on your ear

It’s been so long my dear

since words I never said but meant

to hand you all the stars and take you away.

It’s been too long and only in dreams

you suddenly appear as beautiful as ever

so real the taste of that last kiss

still remains forever-

If I could just return and find your arms

flourished with promises left

abandoned words that never grew

when lives then drifted apart

and only turned into a dream

that haunts me at night,

I would then say the words I knew

were stuck inside my heart-


“In my heart, I knew that only the lucky found that sort of happiness. And I had always run short on luck.” ― S.H. Kolee, Fated

Looking (We go on)



Looking (We go on)


And I go on looking

for the one to touch places never touched before,

a hundred years of loneliness for one day in her arms

(a day in the realm of time another hundred years)

And you go on looking

for the one that holds the other missing part

and will chart all his dreams on a map of your heart

(only part of your dreams as you carry his half)

And we go on looking

never finding roads leading straight to each other

as we share the same sky and walk the same earth

(only twice, once for you and once for me)

our dreams run aground, our rivers run dry

our search for each other, no hello, no goodbye

parallel akin paths never meet one another-


“I felt you before I knew of your existence, maybe it was a hint from the universe to continue on the yellow brick road, so when I would find you along my travels I would simply just know.”

― Nikki Rowe